"Strange Things"

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*LOUD THUD*
I open my eyes to a darkened room , with only the moonlight reflecting through my balcony door, giving the room a somewhat mythical look. I blink slowly and adjust my vision to see the time. "...02:12..?" I searched the room and found a sleeping Biscuit spread across the floor , snoring ever so loudly. I got off the bed and headed for the balcony door. Sliding it open, the cold air kissed my exposed skin and I immediately shivered.

I walked to the end of the balcony and looked around my yard and driveway. 'thats odd, did the sound come from outside or inside?' There wasn't anything suspicious so I made my way back inside and walked past the sleeping animal. I silently walked downstairs, and stopped halfway to get a better view of the passage and the living room. There was no one in sight and so I proceeded down further.

Completely in my living room, I watched a quite Cupcake tuck his head in his back and I stared at his sleeping form a bit longer until I went to the window. I peeped through , nothing out of the ordinary. I walked to my kitchen and there wasn't anything there either. I hesitated before nearing the front door.

I noticed that the door was unlocked. 'Odd...I thought I locked up properly last night...' I fastened the locks and walked back to the living room. I sat on the couch staring at the ceiling. 'Im going crazy again...' I used to get really paranoid in the past , that people might find me and kill me, or they'd kidnap me and sell me to pervs. It all stopped when I met Samuel. He's always been there for me from the time we met.

*(Y/n) flashback*

I sat still on the swings...not wanting to get any attention from anyone...when suddenly, a dark maroon haired boy approached me.

"Why are you sitting here alone? Where are you friends?" I looked into his grey blue eyes .."..I don't have friends." I replied as I watched his unchanged expression. "Are you a loser?" I shake my head saying I'm not. "Then why don't you have friends?" ...I look away at the other kids playing and then back at the boy.

"It's because I'm not like the others, they don't want to play with me because I'm different." He stares at me and then questions , "What makes you so different?" I look at him surprised. "...I don't know. They just don't like me."

Suddenly his hand is in front of me. "I'm different too, really different. We are the same. So I'll be your friend." Without another thought I reached for his hand , it was warm and so was his bright smile. He missed a tooth in the front and that made me smile wider.

***

I sigh, 'whatever it is he's hiding, if he wanted to tell me, he would.' With that, I woke up and stretched.

Approaching the stairway, as I walked a few steps up, I heard a bottle drop coming from the guest bathroom in the middle of the hall at the side of the stairs. I stopped in my tracks and stared at the bathroom door for what felt like hours.

Gathering courage, I slowly climbed down the stairs. I grabbed the closet object and slowly crept towards the door. I held the vase tightly in my hands and I was now in front of the door.

I gulped my racing heart that was pounding in my throat. Reaching for the knob, I gently grabbed it and held onto it. Before I could turn it , my ringtone went off, echoing throughout the entire house, I pulled back and looked up the stairs. I looked back at the door and grunted. I placed the vase back and ran up the stairs to fetch my phone.

*Private Number callin......

'private?' I answered the call. "Hello?" No response yet the call was still active.... I decided to speak again. "Hey , who is this?" And just like that the call ended. I looked at my phone , and wondered what the fuck was happening. I remembered the strange noise from downstairs and raced back down, this time with a hockey stick that I had in my room. I neared the toilet door and grabbed the knob. I turned it and opened the door quickly. My eyes widen at what I saw.

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